System Mission: Seduce the Final Boss [BL]-Chapter 13: Limitations aren’t fun

Nothing.

There was nothing around him but an endless black space.

Did he even have a body? He doubted that, considering he had no senses.

’Seriously, must be because of experience, but I can confidently say this is a dream and not another world...I’m sure I didn’t die, at least.’

There was nothing comforting about this, actually, but the boy didn’t really want to wake up either.

’I want a waffle...a waffle...’

As expected, this was truly a lucid dream.

’Let’s use this precious time and do what I want, then.’

He knew exactly what he wanted to see.

’I want to see my family!’

Then, suddenly, Blake stood right in front of them all, feeling warm all over. He couldn’t feel his body, and yet, emotion swelled in his chest.

There they were.

His family.

The light of the kitchen buzzed above, a bit too bright. The old table with a wobbly leg, the frying pan with a melted handle, the smell of food not yet real but vivid in his memory. And voices, gosh, their voices.

"Son, you shouldn’t get dirty like that! Look at your hair, playing outside like this can’t be worth it!"

Hardworking, firm, never missing a beat. But in her voice, you could always hear her love for life, her family and friends.

And then his dad’s chuckle, the one that made the room feel smaller in the best way. "Dear, he just wants to have fun, don’t be overbearing."

The man had no shame in how soft he was for both of them.

"You’re always siding with him, aren’t you shameless!" His mother snapped, before turning, playful look in her eyes. "Don’t you think the same, son?"

His breath hitched.

He looked at her, this was only a projection from his dream, a mere version pulled from his memory.

And yet, for a moment, he forgot where he actually was. Forgot the fact that he was in another world, in a new body, with a strange new name and a new family.

’I do!’ He stepped forward. ’That’s a bit unfair, dad! You can’t be spoiling me forever!’ But no one turned. No heads lifted. No eyes widened.

Then, Blake felt a brush of cold. A body, but not one he could touch, passed through him like smoke through wind.

It was him.

"I do!" The other him exclaimed, his voice also playful. "That’s a bit unfair, dad! You can’t be spoiling me forever!"

This time, everyone looked. They burst out laughing. His mother leaned on the counter, wiping a tear from her cheek. His father ruffled the boy’s hair.

And then, suddenly, the warmth went hollow.

He had to accept reality again.

He tried to speak, hand reaching out instinctively, only there was no hand. ’Look at me just once.’ He whispered. ’I’m here...’

He stared at the boy, that boy, living his moment.

’That’s not me. I’m right here. I’m the real one!’

Nothing. Not even a flicker.

’Please...’

The kitchen gradually fractured like glass. Their laughter got cut off. They all vanished. Only darkness remained, and the other him.

"You’re not me."

Suddenly, everything shook again, and Blake felt dragged from behind. His vision blackened.

"Blake."

Yet, that familiar voice made him open his eyes into an empty void.

’Huh, Myles? Is that you?’

"Blake, you should’ve died way earlier than this."

He felt it, something against his chest, something sharp and, with it, a strong pain. He couldn’t understand a word after that, so, he simply tried to break free.

’Ack...ugh...’

As he opened his eyes, breath got caught in his throat.

Those black, lifeless eyes looking down at him.

Beep!

"Gasp!"

He woke with a sharp inhale, chest heaving as if he’d been dragged out of deep water. The pillow beneath him was damp, clinging uncomfortably to his skin.

"...What was that?"

The memory lingered just out of reach, but the feeling didn’t. It coiled tight in his chest, a dull, persistent ache that refused to fade. If it had been a lucid dream, he should’ve been in control. So why had Myles moved on his own?

"This is insane..."

He pressed a hand against his sternum, exhaling slowly, trying to steady himself.

When something warm slid down the side of his face, he stiffened, then quickly wiped it away.

A soft chime broke the silence.

[ Mission: Gather Information About Target’s Night Activity ]

[ Time limit: 1 day ]

[ Current favorability: -3 ]

[ Penalty: ??? ]

[ Reward: Character information ]

Blake stared at the screen.

"...Spying on him?"

He sat up straighter, tension creeping back into his shoulders as he read it again, slower this time.

The phrasing didn’t leave much room for interpretation, and that only made it worse.

"And the reward... what does that even mean?"

[ Dear Host, you understood correctly. ]

[ Complete the mission, and you will receive exclusive information about Myles Cortez. ]

He hesitated, jaw tightening slightly. "Exclusive how?" he asked, quieter now. "Like, is it useful seduction wise or..."

[ That depends on you, dear Host. ]

Blake let out a slow breath and pushed himself out of bed. "Fine. Then at least tell me where and when."

[ Coordinates: 502 West Marwick Avenue, Alendrei City, BM 10429 ]

[ Time: Approximately 10:00 p.m. ]

He checked the location on his phone, already expecting what he’d find. When the map loaded, he gave a quiet, humorless huff.

"Of course it is."

An abandoned factory. Isolated, half-forgotten, the kind of place no one would question if something went wrong inside it. He stared at the screen for a moment longer before locking it, the unease settling deeper rather than fading.

"How original."

***

Night came quickly.

"Love Tracker."

He was actually on the same exact spot as the system expected...

"Impressive..."

The cold hit him as soon as he stepped outside, sharp and persistent, slipping through the thin fabric of his coat. He sneezed under his breath, frowning slightly as he pulled it tighter around himself.

’I really need a better coat.’

The thought passed quickly, replaced by the looming outline of the factory ahead. Even from a distance, it looked abandoned in the way things are when they’ve been left too long, windows dark, structure sagging, silence settling into every corner.

"I’ll sneak for my lover," he muttered, the words dry enough to almost pass as a joke.

The activation was subtle, but immediate. The air around him shifted just enough to feel unnatural, like the world had taken a step back and left him slightly out of place. It wasn’t invisibility, not really, but it was close enough to make him feel less solid.

Up close, the stillness felt heavier. There were no voices, no movement, nothing to suggest anyone was there at all. Every door he checked was locked.

’So how am I supposed to get in...?’

He tilted his head up, scanning the upper levels until something caught his eye. One of the windows looked unstable, the frame slightly warped as if it had already started to give.

’That works.’

He dragged over a wooden crate, ignoring the way it creaked under his weight as he climbed. The window shifted with only a little pressure, loose enough to move but not enough to fall on its own. Carefully, he eased it aside and glanced in.

Two people were guarding the main door from outside.

He dropped back down immediately, the brief glimpse enough to confirm what he already suspected. His ability would help, but it wasn’t perfect. If he got careless, it wouldn’t save him.

He circled the building, checking every angle, every possible entry point. The rest of the windows were intact, solid enough that breaking them would make more noise than he could afford.

That left him with exactly one option, whether he liked it or not.

His heartbeat picked up as he returned to the first window, louder now, harder to ignore. It felt ridiculous to worry about something like that, but the sound seemed too present, too sharp in the silence.

’Just get it over with.’

This time, he didn’t hesitate.

He slipped inside and moved immediately, pressing himself against the nearest pillar as soon as his feet hit the ground. The concrete was cold through his clothes, grounding in a way that forced him to stay still.

For a few seconds, he didn’t move at all.

Just listened.

Nothing changed.

No one reacted.

The layout was simple enough to follow. A row of pillars stretched ahead, casting long shadows across the floor, and beyond them a dividing wall separated another section of the building. Small windows lined the upper part of it, just enough space to see through if he got close.

Looking at the map, he wanted to sigh.

’That’s where he is.’

He moved carefully, the silence pressed in from all sides, making even the smallest shift feel louder than it should.

Then, faintly, voices.

He climbed up slowly, choosing the window farthest from where he’d seen the guards earlier. The angle wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. He leaned in just slightly, careful not to shift too much weight.

A sharp crash cut through the air.

He flinched, grip tightening instinctively.

There were four of them inside.

One on the ground.

The others standing.

And Myles—

No, not quite.

The suit made the difference. It covered him completely, turning something familiar into something harder to place.

The shape was different, the posture completely changed. It was like looking at a completely different person.

"If you want it done right," he said, voice altered just enough to blur the edges, "then you should do it yourself."

The kick came a second later. The man hit the table behind him hard enough to break it to pieces.

Blake didn’t move.

He had always known.

From the beginning, there had never been any confusion about what Myles was capable of. It wasn’t new information, wasn’t even surprising. And yet, seeing it unfold in front of him, without distance, without narration, felt different in a way he hadn’t prepared for.

’...Focus.’

"D-December 4th..." the man stammered, voice unsteady. "Th-the auction, please—"

The rest blurred together, cut off by another sound that didn’t need explaining.

Blake pressed his sleeve against his nose, the metallic edge in the air growing harder to ignore the longer he stayed. It clung to the back of his throat, thick enough to make breathing feel like a conscious effort.

"You heard him," someone else said. "It won’t be difficult to get it, at least."

"...I’ll go myself."

Myles lifted his head slightly.

For a brief second, something in Blake’s chest tightened.

Not fear, exactly.

Closer to the feeling of being noticed.

He dropped down without waiting to confirm it.

This time, he didn’t bother being careful.

By the time he reached the outer wall, his pace had already picked up, the steady restraint from before giving way to something sharper. He didn’t stop until the building was well behind him, the silence finally breaking under the sound of his own breathing.

[ Mission complete. ]

[ Reward: Character information. ]

An auction.

December 4th.

Myles going in person.

Blake exhaled slowly, staring ahead without really seeing anything.

"...But, for what?"